They never stop, they never see, Because they live so thoughtlessly. No one corrects the things they do, So every wrong feels right and true. They wa...Read more

I wandered deep in painted sleep, Where echoes swam and shadows weep. The walls would breathe, the sky would hum, And time unstitched where I had com...Read more

What woes I curse, what burdens I despise, Shall one day be the gifts my heart shall prize. The trials now that bend my weary frame, Shall fashion str...Read more

Your hands move slow, deliberate, tracing fire where my pulse betrays me. Fingers, featherlight, then firm— a symphony of touch, a whispered plea. Yo...Read more

Forgive yourself, so small, so new, Crying for things you never knew. The world was vast, so strange, so wide, With wonder mixed with fear inside. Fo...Read more

she sits in the front pew bright, A Sunday saint in the morning light. Her smile so wide, her hands so kind, To strangers, she’s generous, pure of m...Read more

Beneath the sky of silver lace, A child was born with fleeting grace. Her hands knew labor, rough yet true, She stitched, she baked, she pushed on thr...Read more